Chapter Nine
“You want to stay here, don’t you?” Blake asked.
We’d just finished dinner, and were lingering over a second glass of wine – a real find he’d pulled from the cellar. He’d grilled some of the best steaks I’d had in a long while. An amazing potato casserole. Tossed salad. All perfect.
“You mean live here?” I asked him.
“Exactly.”
I sat back in my chair searching for the right thing to say. This was no casual question. I knew that. Honest. Straightforward. He was asking plainly, needing an answer as honest and straightforward as his question was. He deserved that much from me.
“Yes. I do want to stay. At least right now I do.”
“And not return to Minneapolis?
I nodded.
“And you don’t want me here.”
He was stating a fact so I didn’t bother to reply.
I sat there a
